Pickin’ Up Metal
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Hey all you headbangers, are you ready to party?
Booyah Tribe is pickin' up metal!
Bang your head to this
Bang your head to this
And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Youngsters think of metal but don't know how to use it
I'm the gangster, haven't forgot
Since the last time I all got shot
So now you know that metal is requested
That's the way the streets elected
So 24/7 we're pickin' up metal
That's how we settle all the problems in the ghetto
Listen to me then, why does a brother pick a metal to kill another?
Why is that? I don't know
But I think I have the answer
Turn up the bass and let them all began to
Bang your head to this
Bang your head to this
Part two of a death wish
MCs get served on a metal dish
And that wish has already came true
'Cause the gangster already played the role of a fool
When I stay co-loony
When a buster with metal step to me
Oh, grabs the bass and thumps
Buster stuck the bump was the last riot pump
The new stage was a 12 gauge, points to the cage
Wait, you say
It ain't like the old days where we just go head up
The new days everybody's givin' metal up
Then you wonder, is it metal or thunder?
It's the sound from down under
And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground
The sound of a guitar, heavy
The bass gets no heavier, louder
And it's like gunpowder
One strike with metal, it's a death every hour
That's why I don't live by time but know what time it is
Bang your head to this
Booyah Tribe is pickin' up metal!
We're pickin' up metal
Bang your head to this
Take the handcuffs off my wrist
So I can bust my set
Pass me my locs 'cause I'm finna get yoked
Anyone who stands in the way will get smoked
'Cause all we need is your eyes to focus
On Booyah Tribe who's the loc'est
Is this what you want?
To see what ghetto can pick up the heaviest metal?
We give you more, comin' from the back door
Another warrior ready for war
Heavier than metal, but metal ain't heavy
'Cause the Hit Squad works out with plenty
Full metal jacket, just move them or black it
Bring on the.45 so we can stack it
All of a sudden you stuck like a truck
You can't get it up and you're slow like fuck
What a shame, tryin' to play the metal game
The bench is for giants, it's a soldier thing
Straight up from the hardest ghetto
Booyah Tribe is pickin' up metal!
We're pickin' up metal
Bang your head to this
This, Metallica thinks old bubble gum
They couldn't understand the 808 kick drum
Melodic, not idiotic, our music makes sense
Right? Got it
Check it out, acid, I never had none
But if I took some, y'all know the outcome
Clack, clack, clack, everybody step back
Booyah Tribe's in the house
And we're ready with the metal track
King Rosko the full metal jacket
I have five lyric clips, I have it packed in
So let's bail and pack the trunk
With the heavy metal guitar and the bass full of funk
For all you heavy metalers, funky beat peddlers
Listen to the editors
Like fire on the kettle
I'm finna heat up this metal with a score to settle
This is your opportunity to go for yours
Draw for your metal and hit the floor
'Cause it's time for war in the ghetto
Booyah Tribe is pickin' up metal!
We're pickin' up metal
Bang your head to this
Bang your head to this
Bang your head to this
Bang your head to this
This jam is like ass to head
You gotta bang your head to this